I thought I was getting better.
I'm feeling run down, fucked up, turned in and stressed out.
I have such a mind-crushingly huge amount of work to do by wednesday morning, and more again by friday, when the quarter ends.
with every passing day the urge grows stronger to run away. to run away to that precise place, pinpointed in my daydreams, where the weather is warm and arms are welcoming.
I got my SAT I scores back, assuring me that indeed, I'm not stupid. that whatever's wrong with me, it's not that.
Posted by samantha at April 12, 2004 09:00 PM